Hey! The update has arrived! And cover your ears… er eyes for spoiler's but…. Is Allen still chillin' behind the garbage can? I mean we haven't seen him do anything really in a while…. Sooo is he a hobo now? Lol hobo-chan~… nah anyway, we need somethin' from him seriously kid! Ah I wanna see Lavi tooo~ anyway… enjoy! DOS should be comin' along soon!
"Going up for a smoke?" the man said tiredly.
"Yeah," Kanda lied through his teeth.
"You're new right? I'll give you the run down." The guard sat up a little straighter. "A staff member upstairs will give you a cigarette and light it. Also, you're only allowed two roof breaks a day and only twenty minutes up there, got it?"
"Tch, whatever." The Japanese teen grumbled out as the guard hit a button to buzz open the door. Up a small flight of stairs, one not quite high enough to jump and hurt yourself and another door that buzzed as Kanda pushed it open. The roof consisted of a bench at each corner, a ten foot high metal fence with a lipped edge making it impossible to climb, and a man in a black coat with long blood colored red hair and goatee. A white mask covered half of his partially scowling face and half finished cigarette dangled limply through his lips.
"You here for a smoke?" the man said as he removed the cancer stick from his mouth and blew an ash colored ring. "Not giving you one, kid." He grunted before he was even given and answer. "You're a minor." The mysterious red haired man bulled flask out of his coat and took a swig before shoving it back in.
"Who the hell are you?" Kanda scowled at the adult.
"None of your business, damn brat." He said flatly.
"Tch." An obnoxiously loud clang resounded as Kanda kicked the fence. Stretching out on one of the benches, he stared up at the mid-afternoon cloudless sky. There was a good five minutes of silence before the strange man interrupted.
"You the new anger management brat?" the smoker/drinker said uninterestedly.
"Yeah." The raven haired male replied.
"Then my little dumb shit apprentice is your roommate I hear?"
"That damn Baka Moyashi?" he said thinking of the short white haired boy who drew creepy pictures.
"Has the brat smiled you out of your skin yet?" the man smirked
"Tch, it's too fake to even touch me. Disgusting."
"The damn kid never changes." He said with the feeling of sadness laced under his boredom. There was a long silence again and the breeze chattered loudly in their ears. "Be careful with him." The wind was quite noisy. "For your sake and his own."
"What ever," Kanda snarled and shifted on to his side. He did have to wonder what was so different about this kid. The brat didn't seem too messed up, in fact other than the drawings and appearance, the kid was pretty damn normal.
"You should go back down now." the man said as he glanced at his watch.
"Has it already been twenty minutes?" he propped himself up on his elbows, ready to stand.
"Nah, but its 3:30, the brat's session should have just ended. Go back to the room." The masked man pulled the mysterious drink out again and took another swig.
"Why the fuck should I?" Kanda's low, dangerous voice rumbled. The blank look on the red head's face was pissing him off.
"Because." His words spit venom. "I told you to and I'm a fucking doctor. Now go down and see the damn dirty brat."
"Fuck you." The Japanese grumbled before tossing a small pebble at the so-called-'doctor'. "I can stay if I want." He rolled back onto the bench and closed his eyes. "That little bitch can take care of himself."
"Dumbass." Was growled out loudly before Kanda found himself tumbling off the bench as a boot slammed under the arch of his back. "He's in a fucking asylum, he can't take care of himself."
"Tch. Then you do it." His onyx eyes shot up at the other man.
"Simply because he hates me." The doctor's tone seemed nonchalant. "And for one hell of a reason.
"I. Don't. Care." The patient hissed and got up to lie on a different bench, but was stopped as the red head slammed him against the metal fence.
"Look," his voice held a startling shock of danger and anger. "As of right now you are staying in the room of the Arc Projects, therefore making you a variable in this project. And if the little variable doesn't do his part the little variable will be eradicated." The man's red eye bored into Kanda's in a pitch black seriousness.
"Get the hell off me!" he shoved angrily. "What the fuck kind of doctor treats a patient like this? I'm getting the fuck out of here."
"I will fucking sedate you." He growled.
"Tch. Try me."
Poke.
Blur.
Dark.
Damn.